Broken (Cry of a Worshipper)

BROKEN BUT THERE'S HEALING

A powerful song of worship by Shekinah Glory featuring Kim Stratton

Sometimes the breaking is significant of us coming back together. As a broken bone has to be reset in order for healing to take place, may this song cause you to know that any period of breaking comes with lots of pain, but God is the Master of taking our broken things and fixing them back into place!

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